.Haha, Qin Shikao in my personal sense, this chapter is about half written.’ The remaining half is war and iron blood.

Qin Shihuang came and announced that Wang Ce could form a tyrannical Qin army at any time. Hahaha, "Qin Shihuang, resurrect!"

A war spirit emerged from the bronze pot, floated over to absorb blood from Wang Ce's hands, and divided a trace of spirit.

Wang Ce smiled with satisfaction. Before this, he could never imagine that the essence of a martial god was so huge.

From past experience, the essence of a willful Martial Emperor is equivalent to three immortal martial emperors. Wang Ce has never had the essence of the Supreme Martial Emperor, but it is speculated that the essence of a supreme martial emperor should be equivalent to three willful Martial Emperors.

And the essence of a supreme martial emperor is enough to revive one million third-level lower-level legions, regardless of the war spirits of military generals and civil officials.

The essence of the Song Wushen can actually be broken down into ten pieces of the most supreme martial emperor's essence.

This is an extremely amazing discovery that made Wang Ce dumbfounded. In other words, even if the power of the Song Wushen decreased a lot, it was enough to compete with the ten supreme martial emperors.

Wang Ce was sweating profusely. He was not dead, but he killed the emperor but did not die. 1. The little Wu Emperor was not dead. He was so lucky.

The eight great martial emperors besieged Song Wushen and succeeded. It is really hard to say whether it is luck or bad!

Song Wushen can defeat at least ten supreme martial emperors. His war spirit has long been dead.

Ji Qianbai and other eight martial emperors, half of them each had an ancient upper-level battle spirit, and the remaining half also had an ancient middle-level battle spirit.

If Makino and others did not die intermittently, they would release the battle spirits to siege them.

With the huge combat power brought by the extra battle spirit, it is very likely to defeat the Song Wushen.

But if it were not Di Mian and others, they were desperately trying to sacrifice their lives for justice and instilled the mysterious black light ball with true energy and essence. The God of Martial Arts could not escape and could not attack him.

However, Wang Ce forgot for a moment that Song Wushen's will attack was too fierce. If it weren't for the desperate efforts of Di Mian and others, and the self-destruction of their will, they would have defeated Song Wushen's great willpower, I'm afraid that none of them would come back this time.

If he hadn't had the intention and martial arts, he could have given Song Wushen two fatal injuries that would be dead when Song Wushen could not move martial arts. He would not be his opponent at all.

It was Song Wushen who knew that he was injured and would definitely die. So he did not escape.

If he was not in a state of dying death as soon as he escaped, no matter whether he wanted to fight or escape, Wang Lai and Ji Qianbai would have no choice.

Thinking of the death of Ji Qianbai and others, Wang Ce felt ache in his heart. Suxing abandoned these thoughts and restored his emotions.

"I suddenly hope that if I can kill the ancient martial god, then let him live." Wang Ce took a breath, held back his moving emotions, and said to himself. { %%.Start.Send}

A Song Wushen whose power is declining is actually equivalent to the essence of ten supreme martial emperors. If Wang Ce gets the essence of the ancient martial god again, he is confident that those who want to be resurrected must have enough essence.

What is the concept of the ten supreme martial emperors’ essence?

The essence of one supreme martial emperor is equivalent to three willful martial emperors, and the essence of nine immortal martial emperors.

The essence of the Emperor of the Eternal Martial Arts can be decomposed into the essence of the five Liuli Wushu Sects.

The essence of the Liuli Wushu Sect can resurrect a war spirit at the top level of the Heaven.

Wang Ce suddenly sweated heavily, and he didn't dare to think about it or calculate how huge the eight-level battle spirit of the upper-level battle spirit of the Song Wushen could be resurrected.

Suddenly, Wang Ce felt an inexplicable powerful oppression coming. With his cultivation level in the Married Tang Liuli Realm, he felt stiff and creepy all over his body under this extremely oppressive aura.

Wang Cehan raised his head with relish, and the first thing he saw was a pair of extremely oppressive and aggressive eyes. His black pupils were full of irresistible mysterious factors.

The black pupils are like a mysterious force, which turns the eyes into solidified, like a substance, and makes people dare not look directly at it. They have the illusion of being hit hard at first glance. It also seems that there are two murderous black dragons hidden in their eyes, which will jump out at any time to kill you.

Qin Shihuang!

Wang Ce was dizzy. This was the true Emperor Qin Shihuang, whose heart was so surging that the blood was about to burn and evaporate. His heartbeat was like a drum, and Wang Ce felt a numb scalp and goosebumps and crazy excitement and movement.

The first sentence of Qin Shihuang's resurrection made Wang Ce unforgettable for his life.

Qin Shihuang said: "I'm hungry!"

Wang Ce vomited blood!

I thought that as the emperor of the ages, Wang Ce was prepared to bear the first domineering words of the Battle Emperor as the words of Emperor Wu of Han. The result...

I'm hungry? What's this? Wang Ce vomited blood.

"Give."

Wang Ce almost thought that what he saw was a fake Qin Shihuang, so he threw a spirit stone to him and complained: "Old man, you are Qin Emperor among Qin Emperor Wu Emperor, Qin Shihuang, the emperor of the ages, let's get some domineeringness."

Qin Shihuang held the spirit stone in his hand, drank it in one breath, and then said, "I'm hungry."

Wang Ce gave another piece and continued to complain: "The first thing Cao Cao said to me was domineering. You can't be worse than Cao Cao, right?"

"I'm hungry!" Qin Shihuang said again.

Wang Ce was stunned and looked at him carefully. There was no reason. There were many war spirits resurrected, and none of them were shouting hungry.

After thinking about it, Wang Cesuoxing found dozens of kilograms of spirit stones. In a blink of an eye, Qin Shihuang, who was not too tall but very strong, drew all the spirit stones and said, "I'm hungry!"

I……

Damn!op

Wang Ce was shocked and finally realized that Qin Shihuang was definitely not hungry. No matter how many spirit stones he gave him, he would probably not be full. He deliberately spread his hands and said, "It's gone!"

Qin Shihuang looked at him unhappily, made a surprised voice, walked over automatically, pulled out the Emperor Water Sword, and praised: "Good sword! From now on, it is mine."

While saying that, he took the scabbard and hung Wang Ce on himself. What does this mean?

Qin Shihuang came over and slashed directly at Wang Ce, and praised: "This inner armor is very good. From now on, it is mine." This inner armor is the top-grade cicada wing armor that Wang Ce obtained in Huangzhou.

Wang Ce realized it and chanted: "No way." Why are these emperors arrogant and arrogant?

"This thing is good. I want it."

"This is very fun, it's mine."

Wang Ce collapsed and cried without tears as Qin Shihuang turned around the room with his eyes shiny to see something good, so he worked it next to him.

When he came to the courtyard without any emperor's manners, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and laughed happily: "Good, what a good land!" He turned to Wang Ce: "How many lands are there like this?"

"A lot, there should be a lot." I hope Wang Ce would recognize the quality of the soil, so I would rather let him die, so I had to answer in a daze.

Qin Shihuang smiled with satisfaction and a little casual and friendly look faded away, and a desperate iron-blooded aura burst out in his body. The extremely aggressive look reappeared: "All these lands will become Qin." "Land, words, weights and measures...

Everything must be unified! This land must be decided by my Qin State.

Wang Ce opened his mouth wide, no different from a fool.

After much persuasion, Wang Ce "borrowed the Emperor's Shui Sword and the Cicada Wing Armor from Qin Shihuang.

That's right, you read it right. It was "borrowed".

Wang Ce did not dare to challenge his ancestors to fight the Emperor's eyes were so terrible, and he looked like "If you dare to steal things from Lou, then I will unify you by the way."

Qin Shihuang, who did not trigger ambition, was very harmonious. Apart from being a little moody, it was easier to get along with.

I originally wanted to resurrect a few more times to consider the frequency of blood loss, but Wang Ce decided to resurrect him later.

With his current cultivation level, even if he resurrects the upper-level battle spirit of Tongtian, he will not lose too much blood each time. If it is the middle-level battle spirit of Tongtian, it will be even less. Resurrecting one battle spirit every ten days is the best frequency.

Too much can easily damage vitality.

Wang Cesifu, in terms of his personal strength, let alone martial arts cultivation, based on the mentality of all the scholars, he actually has the combat power of the Martial Emperor. Speaking of power, one big, two small and three legions are enough for the time being.

There is no need to make himself so hard. Today, he is the top in Jiuzhou in terms of strength and power. This is not a situation that was always in a blazing situation a few years ago.

There are more than a hundred war spirits. Wang Ce basically does not have much demand for individual war spirits. The ones who want to be resurrected the most are the top ones such as Li Bai, Li Shimin, and Jing Ke. There is no need for low-level war spirits.

Ma Chao and Xu Zhu died in battle during self-destruction. There were only a few ancient war spirits, but now there were only two missing.

Wang Ce was full of bitterness and sentimentality. This time, Ma Chao and Xu Zhu didn't have to die. If it weren't for Song Wushen's self-destruction...

When Ma Chao fell, the Western Liang Iron Cavalry, as his si army, directly destroyed Xu Zhu's death. Wuwei Camp was fine, but without the commander, Wuwei Camp could not be dispatched for the time being, so the next commander had to be resurrected.

Some thoughts come back to my mind.

In just a few days, the Fengyiwei continued to bring new battle situations. Shangyang went north and had already had contact with the Northern Tang Dynasty.

After Shangyang took over the two surrounding powers, it basically defeated the southern part of Dongzhou in just a few months. If nothing unexpected happens, Shangyang will soon go north. Within half a year, Northern Tang and Shangyang will most likely go to war with each other.

Should I return to Northern Tang?

Miss Haitang did not hide her attitude. She hoped that he would go back and lead the Battle Spirit Army to help the Northern Tang Dynasty. Wang Ce had unspeakable difficulties.

It’s not that I don’t want to go back, it’s not that I don’t plan to go back.

Instead, Wang Ce sighed softly and spit out two words: "Emperor Tang!" He never understood what the hell did Emperor Tang have for him? Was Wang Ce returning to Northern Tang like this? Is he returning home in glory?

What if the swallows return to their nests? Or should the sheep enter the tiger's mouth?

"Do I have any choice?" Wang Ce rubbed his face helplessly.

It seems that there is no.

Dalu was eyeing him, and he dared to face him. Once he found out that Ji Qianbai was gone, Emperor Lu might come immediately, personally take action to burst into anus, grab him, whip him, and ravage him.

If it weren't for the deep grudge against God's Geng, Wang Ce might have gone to God's Geng, asking for a letter.

He doesn't seem to care much about integrity.

Unfortunately, God's grace probably only had the plan to swallow him alive when he saw him.

Then, his only two partners are either Northern Tang or Jianshen Mountain.

Ji Qianbai and eight people died in battle, which caused a chain effect. Without these eight protective umbrellas, it is estimated that there are people in the world who want to kill this unconventional and unconventional bastard.

Northern Tang Dynasty? Sword God Mountain?

Wang Ce sighed for no reason, just wanting to sing a song "Your eyes betray your heart".!
Chapter completed!